Day 12 – Discovering the Rainbow Connection

Have you been half asleep
And have you heard voices
I’ve heard them calling my name
Is this the sweet sound
That calls the young sailors
The voice might be one and the same
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it
It’s something that I’m supposed to be
Someday we’ll find it
The rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
– Kermit the Frog (Kenny Loggins), The Rainbow Connection

Walking through York was physically challenging.  Perhaps there was an earthquake.  Perhaps someone has been going around with a jackhammer and tearing the sidewalks apart.  We’re not sure, but we feel sorry for anyone confined to a wheelchair or any parents pushing strollers in York.  Despite the infrastructure issues, York was an interesting city with friendly people and an artistic flair.  Even the parking meters are painted, each with a unique design.

Just what every bride wants! A bridal makeup studio that is run by world-renowned makeup artist Ronald McDonald.

Heartless? Maybe. Brainless? Never. The Tin-Man meets Rodin.

Lovely (Rita) Meter (Maid)

We stopped at an office building to use the restroom.  As fate would have it, the restrooms are only accessible by entering a code into a keypad on the door.  As luck would have it, someone that works in the building noticed John-Michael’s predicament and gave him the code both orally and visually while walking down the hall without breaking stride.  Thanks for sticking it to the system, mystery man!

Outside of the office building, we ran into Tom and Quincy.

Tom and Quincy. Looking out for our safety.

Both were excited about our adventure, but warned us that we were in a bad area of York.  As Quincy said, we need to “get out of York before dark, because that’s when all of the cockroaches come out.  The two legged kind, and they have knives and guns.”  If you’ll permit a Doogie Howser moment, it’s funny how someone can affect your perception of your surroundings.  Prior to hearing Quincy’s well-meaning warning, we could tell we weren’t in the nicest part of York, but didn’t feel threatened at all.  After being cautioned, we found ourselves walking faster for a few minutes.  Each person seemed to be a potential threat rather than a possible new friend.  After a few minutes, we realized how misguided this reaction was, our pace returned to normal, and so did our approach to seeing other people.

Exiting York occurred abruptly.  We quickly found ourselves surrounded by farmland and not much else.

We found it! There isn’t a pot-o-gold at the end of a rainbow. Just this house. The Rainbow Connection hath been made.

This made Tara squeal

As did this

Horses on the horizon

We walked for several hours until we came upon the town of East Berlin.  At the only gas station in town, we inquired about possible places to spend the night.  The only thing around was an old Victorian home that had been converted into a bed and breakfast.  We walked to it and they had a room for us.  After hearing about our walk, Carol, the owner, gave us a much appreciated discount.

We talked to Carol about the history of the house for a short time.  However, we were exhausted after walking at least 20 miles each of the last two days, so we excused ourselves and retired to our room where we fell asleep by 9:30.

This picture stood watch over our bed providing sweet dreams for all